The Primal Hunter

Jake didn’t have a lot of close friends growing up, but he did have some. One of them was Patrick or Pat for short. Pat and Jake went to daycare together and even entered the same school. They were in different classes, but they still met up during recess and went to each other’s places after school nearly every day.

They had the same hobbies. If one got a new cool comic book or movie, they just had to watch or read it together. Everything was idyllic and pleasant until one small thing came between them.

Jake had lent Patrick one of his new video games for the weekend, but when Patrick came Monday, he didn’t have it. Jake didn’t chew him out or anything but believed it to be a genuine mistake and asked him just to bring it Tuesday.

Tuesday came around, and still no game. Jake asked again and again. Finally, Patrick broke down and claimed that he had accidentally broken the disc and had lied about it. Jake was furious and told him their friendship was over if he didn’t get him a new copy of the game.

Patrick cried, but Jake was steadfast and ignored it. Until he got home, where he too cried. His parents told him to forgive and forget, but Jake was too damn stubborn even back then.

A week passed, and the two of them hadn’t spoken a single word. Well, Patrick had spoken, but Jake had ignored him.

Two weeks passed, and Jake kept ignoring his oldest friend despite the pleas and apologies. At that point, Jake had already begun to forget about the game as he had moved on to newer and better things, but nevertheless, he refused to forgive.

On the third week, Patrick came up to him and said that he had something for him during recess. But when the break came around, he couldn’t find Patrick anywhere and found out that he had left school early that day.

From then on, Jake completely ignored him. No matter how his former friend tried to explain, Jake didn’t listen for even a second.

Two months later, Patrick changed schools. Jake didn’t care; he had moved on then and had just started getting into archery.

He learned a few months later that the reason Patrick changed schools was because of bullying. And not the ‘tough-it-up-kid’-kind, but the ‘trauma-for-life’-kind. He was beaten, isolated, belittled, and, as Jake learned later, stolen from.

Patrick never lost the game. One of the bullies stole it the day he came to return it. Patrick, being non-confrontational, didn’t want to get Jake involved and just lied. Instead, he tried to fix it himself.

He managed to pool together all of his allowance and money from some odd jobs to buy a new game three weeks after he lost it. He had brought it to school and wanted to give it to Jake that very day. Instead, his bullies emptied his bag, found the game, and decided to play frisbee with the disc. When Patrick stood up to them, he was beaten, and his parents were called and took him home.

And what did Jake do the moment he learned all this? Absolutely nothing. His old friend lived less than a kilometer away from his house, but he didn’t go over. A simple apology, a single “I am sorry,” and perhaps he would have had his friend back. But Jake just continued ignoring him.

Jake never heard from or spoke to Patrick again. He moved away a few years later.

And the most pathetic part?

More than a decade later, Jake received a friend request on social media. It was from Patrick. The message attached was just a simple “hey remember me” kind of message, at first, but in the end, it finished with an apology for never returning the game as promised. It was phrased as a joke… but Jake couldn’t move past it.

It was an olive branch, an opportunity to make things right once more. And what did Jake do? He pressed the red cross on the window’s border, leaving the request pending even when he entered the tutorial.

Jake didn’t know why he remembered Patrick specifically at that very moment when he sat on the ground, hands bloody and heaving for breath.

Maybe it was because the entire situation with his former friend exemplified exactly how pathetic Jake felt. He was a god damn coward, and he had always been.

Jake was a loner. It was hard for him to let people in. People represented a nearly inarticulable way for him to fuck something up.

If he did let someone in, he started to care, and he feared letting them go once more. He would ignore anything that could break the careful balance established - to the level of ignoring his girlfriend’s blatant cheating, to ignoring the obvious fact that she did it with his best friend.

But perhaps the only thing he feared more than letting those close go… was to let them back in once more. It was to confront the broken balance and try to restore it once again. He feared the conversation he would have with Patrick if he let him in once more… so he just avoided that conversation.

the tutorial from the very beginning. When Joanna lost her leg due to something Jake did, be it his fault or not, it broke the

he pounced on it right away. It was a way for him to escape the consequences - a way

still craved companionship. He didn’t fear being lonely; he feared being truly alone. Jake had wanted to reunite with his friends once more. To see the always handsome and coolheaded Jacob and his butler-guy Bertram, the passionate Casper, the two energetic cousins Dennis and Lina… even Caroline after the betrayal, he wanted to know

truly missed them, so he tried establishing contact. Instead, he was met with his biggest fear… an ambush that broke the balance completely. The one he had a crush on wanted to kill him for reasons he didn’t understand, his former friend Jacob appearing not to

sliver of hope. And then the day came where the number of survivors fell from hundreds to only around 50…. and that was the last day he remembered

to know that many of the dead were bound to be his former colleagues and friends. He had even reached the conclusion that among the dead, Jacob had to

the tutorial. He had replaced everything with the single goal of killing the King

Ignored his cheating girlfriend and former best friend to concentrate on studying. It was how Jake dealt with every situation: Pretending like it didn’t exist and either hope it resolves

him in William’s words was that it was all true. That a psycho teenager mass-murderer understood him better than

that he felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He hated that he liked never having to confront any of his colleagues for the choices he had made - for the choices that could have possibly saved their

and he was only a kid.

up, and he had never been the type to back down from a fight. He would often win a fight as he seemed to have a natural talent for beating

Jake, he became an easier target. With Jake, he had been safe from the bullying, at least when they were physically together. He had acted as a shield, but when Patrick lost that shield, the

and even then, felt a sense of relief when he moved away. Because Jake knew he could have

failed Jacob and all the others after he saw the number of survivors drop drastically… he could have gone there. He could

the broken balance. To face the fact that Caroline betrayed him, the fact that many of them were

trees’ rustling leaves stopped, the wind ceased, and Jake sat completely still as if frozen. In fact, the entire tutorial seemed to freeze like a still picture at that

picture. He had long white rustled hair and an even longer

walked towards the crater as he headed for the broken armor and

himself as he waved his hand. William and the armor both disappeared as the man turned

someone else’s kill like that,” the scaled

no consequence,” the old man said as he ran his finger through his beard, a trace of annoyance in his eyes. “Besides, were you not the cause of this? You told me

Viper said mockingly. “But the body

kept on smiling. “Oh? I cannot possibly see what you would want the dead body of a mortal. Why is that, if I

the Viper answered. “All that matters is that the kill belongs to my Chosen. I

sharpened. His smile still there, yet his tone didn’t reflect any jovial mood. “… What do you

the body, you owe me one. Simple

I compensate our young friend over there?” he said,

you do that. Either you leave the body here, or you owe

you not done enough damage already? Has the interference of you and your Chosen not created enough chaos? Why

let your little experiment end here. Or. You. Owe. Me.” the Viper said,

And with those words, the white-haired man disappeared. As if the illusion had been broken, everything started moving once more. The change was that the

asked,

said as he walked over to him.

So who was it, and why take that damn body?” Jake

Eversmile, though, of course, that isn’t his actual name. Guy hasn’t stopped smiling for eras; it is actually quite creepy.” The Viper joked. “As for why he wants the body? Because

The appearance of what he presumed was a god, and the stopped time had at least served as a nice distraction. For a few moments,

him in looking towards the sky. “Out of all the character flaws to have, it’s

“Right…”

say that William guy had way

“Right…”